A quote: “The Constitution only gives people the right to pursue happiness. You have to catch it yourself.” ~~ Benjamin Franklin

I’ll start with a story …

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The backhand caught Anna by surprise, her head snapped around and she staggered into a wall. She turned back, bringing her hand up to her mouth, tasting blood on her lip and realizing it was already starting to swell.

The redcoated captain glowered at her even as his two aides were too shocked to respond.

“I’ll take nothing from you, woman, but direct answers to my questions. If that small tap fails to make you concentrate, remember we hang spies and your sex will not spare you.”

She drew herself up, squaring her shoulders, “Sir, you’ve already imprisoned my husband, leaving me to hold and manage our land and take care of our five children. Where does the good captain believe I find the time to be a spy?”

He stared at her and she met his gaze, steady, refusing to drop her eyes. Infuriated, he stepped towards her raising his arm … and this time the aides reacted, grabbing his arms and pulling him away. A third stayed behind, tipping his hat. “I apologize, Mrs. Strong. Times like these …” his voice drifted off. She raised an eyebrow, “Sir, ‘times like these’ is never an excuse for striking any gentlewoman, especially a citizen of the Crown, even you believe her a rebel.”

He gave a curt bow and hurried out the door. She watched the patrol of the British Army gallop away and gave up a prayer of gratitude that there had not been a Hessian among the group else …

Anna moved quickly, first back in the house as her children crept out of their hiding places, faces concerned. She gathered them for quick hugs and shushing them towards their chores to keep them busy as she grabbed the laundry basket and hurried outside to the clothesline strung across the backyard where the breeze off the Long Island sound made short work of drying them.

The sound where members of the Culper Ring would be watching as she hung colored petticoats and white handkerchiefs – code — to get word to General Washington.

The British captain was right. That slap had focused her concentration. She hung faster.

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Now, it’s your turn.
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